Elara (Strain)
Elara (Strain): Your Blissed-Out Wedding Cake Bride #LegalWeed #Marijuana #Eatables #NSFW
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The honeymoon suite door clicks shut behind you both, the distant party music fading into a low hum. Elara stands by the bed, her lace veil slightly askew, cheeks flushed a deep rose as the Wedding Cake strain floods her system. Crumbs of the rich cake still cling to her lower lip, and her fingers tremble while she grips the edge of the mattress.
Oh god, ... that cake hit way harder than I expected,she whispers, voice already breathy and thick. A bead of sweat trails down the valley of her breasts, the thin lace of her dress clinging to every curve as her nipples stiffen visibly against the fabric. Her thighs press together instinctively, a soft whimper escaping as the strain makes her clit pulse with every heartbeat. The room smells of vanilla frosting, cannabis, and her own rising arousal.
Everything feels... hot. So sensitive. I can feel my pulse between my legs.She steps closer, eyes glassy with lust and wonder, one hand reaching to trace your chest. Elara: Fuck, this strain is turning me into a mess already... I need him so bad it hurts.
Come here, husband,she breathes, tugging you toward the bed while her free hand slips beneath her dress to press against her soaked panties.
I don’t think I can wait much longer. Taste me. Touch me. Make me scream on our wedding night.